Notes: Thanks to Nxtilla from AO3 for the drawings idea! And ClivaMature's work Domination for inspiration.
Dave moaned underneath Karkat. The two had become a little more adventurous in the bedroom. Dave found that he liked it when Karkat dominated him, and Karkat loved dominating Dave. Perfect really. However, Dave was still really nervous about pain and hair pulling…bondage was totally out of the question. While the idea of being tied up sounded hot, the fact that he would be completely vulnerable was something he couldn't deal with yet. It's not that he didn't trust Karkat, but the idea of being completely at someone's mercy was just too overwhelming for Dave. They had come up with a nice system that suited them both for now. Dave was to keep his hands at his sides or crossed wrists above his head. Karkat was allowed to do minor things, scratching (not really though, just enough for Dave to feel it, but not enough for it to hurt), nipping, light biting. If anything ever became too much Dave could push Karkat off at any time. Both were slightly nervous, yet exhilarated. Karkat had recently entered the second stage of troll puberty. His skin was getting tougher and darker, his eyes were changing to a brighter red, his muscles becoming more defined…and his libido was through the roof. He felt a constant need to touch Dave, caress that soft skin, run his fingers through that perfect hair. His nose had become a bit more sensitive to his matesprit's scent as well, everything about the human had become a thousand times more attractive. Thank god Dave was willing to indulge him so often. This was their first time with any sort of domination aspect though.
Dave naked beneath the troll, so frail by Alternian standards. The pale skin gorgeous to look at. The scars alluring. Marks of a warrior, someone strong for looking so fragile. He wanted a taste. He dipped his head low, meeting Dave's lips in a hungry kiss, hand trailing on the side of the human's toned body. Dave moaned once again into Karkat's mouth. The perfect noise, best not obstruct it. He pulled away, hearing a soft whine from his dear one. He kissed his way to Dave's ear. "How bad do you want me Dave?" he breathed roughly into the male's ear.
"So bad. Please, Karkat, I want you to fuck me, mark me make me yours. I want- I-I"
"Patience my little slut. And call me master." Dave let out a groan, he fucking loved it when Karkat called him those names. "You want my bulge around you don't you? My whore." A nip at the side of the human's neck. Dave keened. Fuck, Karkat was really good at this. He wiggled a little trying to stay in control of himself, but god, why did Karkat have to be this hot, they hadn't even really done anything yet.
"Your whore, master." He panted out.
"That's right, my whore, my bitch." Karkat was sucking hard on Dave's neck now; causing the boy to arch underneath him. He pulled away admiring his work.
"Please, master, let me touch your horns." Dave loved caressing Karkat's horns during sex. The sounds that fell out of the trolls mouth when he sucked on them, god, he was magnificent.
Karkat was ridiculously turned on in that moment. Dave was letting him do all of this and abiding by the rules he set down and part of him was freaking out because he had so much control over Dave in that moment and it was like a high all its own. He took a deep breath, he didn't want to push Dave too far or too fast this first time. "You've been very good Davey. I think I will let you touch my horns, only one hand though. Keep the other above your head." Dave did as he was told, grasping Karkat's horn firmly, the troll had to suppress the sound that threatened to rise out of his throat. It felt so good, he could only let Dave go on for a few moments before the stimulation threatened an undesirable end to their carnal session. He was panting harder now. "That's enough." He growled. Dave pulled back, a look of worry crossing his face, until he met Karkat's eyes. The shear predation he saw was enough for to cause an involuntary buck of his hips.
"Please, master. I need you." Dave whimpered
Karkat lost control. His bulge wrapped around Dave's and he was grinding his hips hard into the boy. Dave was screaming his name, bucking with Karkat's hips. Harder and faster they thrusted into each other, climax taking them together.
Karkat was the first to come down from his high. He reached for the towel. At this point, one was always kept at the side of their bed. Cleaning off both of them before lying beside Dave, bringing him into a cuddle; petting his hair softly. Dave started to become reacquainted with the world. "Holy shit Karkat…that was…I mean…incredible." Karkat chuckled in response, kissing Dave's head lightly, tilting his face so he could plant a tender kiss on those lips. They snuggled there falling asleep together.
Dave woke up some time later. Karkat was still asleep. The troll was like a non-stop sex machine the past few days. Said something about stage two of puberty. First stage had involved extreme fatigue on the meteor, apparently stage two was extreme horniness. Not that Dave was complaining. And Karkat was really good about respecting his boundaries. He stared down at his adorabloodthristy matesprit. Grey skin looking lovely, the sun was coming through the window a little, highlighting his messy hair in all the right places. His horns peeking out softly, his face peaceful and precious. Dave reached into the side drawer of his nightstand. Pulling out a sketch book and pencils. He had taken to sketching more. He had always liked it before the game, and now he had all the free time in the world. He still wasn't very good at it, but he enjoyed it. He shifted himself carefully, not wanting to disturb his subject. Then hunkered down and spent the next ninety minutes drawing the troll. And intense concentration taking over him. He was so focused on fleshing out the sketch, erasing, bolding some lines, etc; that he didn't notice Karkat stir.
The troll awoke lethargically; he almost rolled over, going back to sleep, when the time player caught his eye. Sitting not far from him; his eyes focusing in on the boy's brow, how it furrowed in the absorption of his craft. Kind of hot…damn it…puberty sucks. Really though, it was endearing. Nothing was on Dave's mind, nothing was plaguing him, nothing existed in Dave's world but that notebook and pencil. It was like Karkat could see into his little wonderland. What was he drawing anyway…wait, since when did he draw? Karkat couldn't remember him drawing much on the meteor, that said, they didn't spend every waking moment together. Now Karkat was curious. He moved toward the pale boy, catching his attention. "Oh! You're up!"
"Yeah, what are you drawing?"
"Nothing." Dave flipped the book closed, stashing his drawings in the drawer. "I'm going to go make breakfast." He left the room hurriedly, expecting Karkat to follow.
The troll felt conflicted, Dave trusted him enough openly show where the hiding spot was; but Karkat really wanted to know what Dave was drawing.
The boy reappeared moments later. "Pants would be nice." He moved over to the dresser, pulling out a pair of pajama pants before making his way back out the door. "You coming Kikat?"
"Just a few minutes, I don't feel like getting out of bed yet." Dave hesitated a moment, as if worried about an invasion of privacy; he must have resolved the worry, for he left after a few moments. Shit, why was Dave so nervous about him seeing those drawings? It's not like the troll is a complete asshole and would laugh or anything. He peeked over the edge, there was one drawing sticking out from the drawer. His curiosity got the better of him, grabbing the page he gently pulled it out, taking care not to bend or break it. He gasped. It was him. And it was beautiful. Dave was amazing. At this point all regards for Dave's privacy was out the window. He wrenched the drawer open, eager to see more. His eyes beheld papers upon papers of drawings and doodles. Some were clearly practice, many sketches of hands and feet, body positions, etc. There were some scenery sketches too, looked like they were from LOHAC. But by far, the vast majority were of Karkat himself. Sleeping, fighting (spars with Dirk), reading, even one of him eating. Little notes often accompanied the images, ranging from technical questions and reminders ("Do trolls have different muscle alignments? Ask Kanaya for anatomy book."), to endearing notes ("Fucking adorable teeth when he eats."/"His eyes are so pretty"), to slightly embarrassing comments ("Dat troll got booty for days."/"Work it Kitkat"). The art was amazing, so perfect that it could have been a black and white photograph and no one would have known the difference. Karkat felt like Dave had made him into something beautiful. Like his ugly body was something that could look nice in the right light.
"Dude, we HAVE to learn to cook soon. Hot pockets are getting really….old…."
Shit! Karkat should have been paying more attention. Now Dave was going to think that he couldn't trust him and he may have just single handedly ruined their relationship. Karkat was sure there was a look of horror on his face and how did he fix this? And OH MY GOD Dave has tears in his eyes. And what should he do, what should he do?!
Dave choked "I'm sorry Kitkat." …What? "I wasn't trying to invade your privacy or anything, I just really like the way you look and wanted to draw it. I know they're shitty, and I know it's probably a bit creepy, and I'm SO sorry if I made you uncomfortable and –"
"No, Dave. God no. One, these are fantastic, they are the furthest thing from shitty possible. And two, …I like how you draw me."
"What?" Tears streaming from incarnadine eyes.
"You make me look attractive in these. Like these drawings take away all of the flaws and leave only the good things."
Dave wiped away his tears and climbed onto the bed. Hotpockets placed on the nightstand. He took Karkat's face in his hands, placing a tentative gentle kiss on his lips. "I draw you how I see you Kitkat. Your body is stunning and sexy, and I love it. …You really think they're good?"
Karkat's eyes darkened a little, an all too familiar element returning to them. "Yeah, so good that I think you deserve a reward." Dave saw the glimmer in his eyes; he wanted to play along.
"Like what, master?" He saw Karkat shudder.
"Like this." He was on Dave in an instant, tearing off the pajama pants, before lovingly caressing his legs. Dave moaned, Karkat knows how to balance domination with tenderness so well, Dave wondered idly if he had done anything like this with someone else before. No, they told each other on the meteor they were both virgins. Karkat was just a fucking natural at t-
"OH FUCK!" Karkat's mouth was on Dave, letting out a loud groan around Dave, causing another scream from the pale boy. The troll was careful about his teeth. He loved the sounds Dave made, and after how good he just made Karkat feel, he deserved this and so much more. Dave was gripping the sheets hard. Unintelligible comments spilling out of his mouth at a fast rate, spurring Karkat on until Dave peaked. Swallowing everything. He then took care of his own situation before cuddling with Dave once more.
"Damn you're a horny fucker." Dave was still panting.
"I'm telling you it's the hormones, besides, it seemed like you enjoyed it."
"Fuck yes. I fucking scored a hot, understanding, smart, loving, horny boyfriend."
"I could say the same about you Davey." A tender kiss between the too. "I human love you."
"I love you too Kitkat."
Notes: So this wasn't the best chapter and I'm sure some of you will think Dave openly leaving his drawings near Karkat to be unrealistic. However, I kind of think that Dave half wanted Karkat to see them, but at the same time trusted him not to look (kind of a win-win regardless of what happens).
Sorry for the shitty writing, this chapter was a little more difficult to write for some reason. Just couldn't get it to flow quite the way I wanted it to.